Stephen Bisciotti の小説・ストーリー

“When he has all that money, Brienstein would be too pleased to back him up to get into the congress.” “Who is Brienstein?” Myra asked, remembering she had heard that name when she bugged Cal’s office on her first day at the penthouse. “A devil. The very reason why we cannot let Tyson win.” “I don’t understand any of this,” Myra said, shaking her head, suddenly very confused. She was supposed to be a detective. Why was her brain feeling so slow today?” “Andrew Brienstein is a fellow congressman who has been in the Congress longer than I have. He is friends with every business person, and has tea with every new Hollywood sensation."

Vicktor called Vito to check the finances. “Hello, everyone!” said Vito. Tikhon explained to him why he was there. All he demanded was bitter black coffee and he started working on the books. It took him under an hour to follow the money. He found millions in the name of Stephan hidden in multiple banks. He was not only taking kickbacks from the vigilantes, but he was also skimming from the books.

After all, the CEO was like a god at the company. "Are you upset?" Caroline looked at Stephanie, who was visibly dissatisfied. She said, "Doesn't your office have surveillance? Go, get the footage!" Stephanie said quickly, "Ms. Evans, is this really necessary?" If it turned out to be as Caroline said, wouldn't it make it impossible for her to step down from her position? Stephanie understood that this was something between interpersonal relationships, so she didn't want to escalate further.